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[SkaianRedeemer]

@draconicAlgorithm: Very nice! You should keep going if it holds your interest. PingZing does nicely, certainly room for two ongoing jossed or partially jossed Ancestor fics. Of course, you still have the freedom to have her earn the name Dolorosa, or whatever direction you want to take.


EDIT: The Day Before the Day update: Iiiii can't work with just this one page. I would if this was the first we were seeing of DS, but my impression is corrupted by the AR, and all he's talking about is the AR. Considering I worked with Jane when we had nothing-nothing, Perhaps I Am Taking This Too Seriously?? Oh well.

[Chamlis]

Hei Sionnan and SkaianRedeemer!
Thanks very much for the links!!
*goes reading*
And if anybody has more give me more

[techloveArtist]

I started working on a longer and more in depth The Little Troll Stuck - which is a retelling of the Little Mermaid using Homestuck characters but also has its own unique shenanigans.

I'm debating to make my own thread for this or this and all my future work or whatever... First post is here... I also have an Ao3 work on this posted up but I don't update until I finish a chapter on the blog.

[SkaianRedeemer]

So here's a general interest question. Is anyone sitting on any fics because they're waiting to learn one or more Scratchnames? I just came up with an idea for a fic that needs Scratchmom's (plot bunnies help me I will keep it self-contained). I was curious if anyone else was sitting on their hands as well.

[ArcFour]

I've got one that depends less on what the Scratch-Teen's names are, and more what their titles are; I've got a quartet of kids who I want to use the four element/classes not used by the Kids or Teens for a couple of short stories/character studies. So yeah, I'm waiting for their introductions.

[techloveArtist]

Well, I was debating to put the post kids in Little Troll Stuck because we don't know them all that well. But as for my other fanfiction, possibly.

[psychapprentice]

OK, I just found this thread. I need guidance, please. What are the rules/codes of conduct? Can I just jump in? Is my story applicable, even though it has no canon characters in it (except for universal constants)? What the fuck's a protagonist? I am just lost, and I need answers.
Also artists. I need artists. Anyone who knows someone, please tell them to talk to me.
Please don't be mean, only nice. Nice is nice, and words don't lie, especially about themselves.

[SkaianRedeemer]

You can just "jump in" but if "jump in" means "mid-story" we'd probably appreciate links to the earlier chapters. Otherwise you're fine.

If you're looking for artists you could try the Art Request Thread. That's the proper channel.

What the fuck's a protagonist?

One who protagons.

words don't lie, especially about themselves.

Oh now that's just a challenge.

[BackgroundGuy]

What the fuck's a protagonist?

One who protagons.

Specifically, the one who protagons as the focus of the story.

words don't lie, especially about themselves.

Oh now that's just a challenge.

Aw snap son.



Also, psych about your sig:
Maybe you will never be rich enough to afford time travel? Logically, the first person to discover time travel would use it to make themselves rich enough to find it in the first place, and never allow anyone else to use it, perhaps?

[Megafire]

Anyone who discovers timetravel should immediately make it so that timetravel is impossible.

It just causes a lot of headaches and you actually get very little done.

[psychapprentice]

@SkaianRedeemer: And exactly how many sides does a protagon have????

@BackgroundGuy: Logically, the first person to access time travel is an idiot who ignored the protestations of millions of physicists. Thus, he is probably not smart enough to use it to go back in time and make himself rich. Unless he's just smarter than all those who say time travel is highly inadvisable, in which case he is smart enough to be utilitarian, and wouldn't hoard mankind's greatest creation. (Male pronouns used for ease, not chauvinism)

@Megafire: It's not that complicated, as long as you make certain assumptions without which you would not be able to use time travel safely anyway.

[SkaianRedeemer]

@psychapprentice: Enough to distract the reader when you shine a light on it.

[Archaeopteryx]

OK, I just found this thread. I need guidance, please.

Can do!

What are the rules/codes of conduct?

LURKMOAR. P: But in all seriousness.
1) Spell and grammar check. We like to be able to understand what you write.
2) PG-13. No smut please.
3) I can't really think of anything else. Please correct me if I'm wrong or left something out.

Is my story applicable, even though it has no canon characters in it (except for universal constants)

Definitely! I had this same concern. As long as it includes Homestuck species or concepts (like S****), it's good for here.

SkaianRedeemer handled the rest, I believe.

[Megafire]

@ psychapprentice: The problem is hardly understanding your own shenanigans, it's that, when you keep it, someone else will inevitably get their hands on it as well, and then things get confusing.

Also, a bloodswap has begun to form in the Altblood Challenge, with two pesterlogs so far.

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GC: K$rkL#s
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GC: k4RKl3S
GC: K4rKL3s
CG: OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT ALL THE PURPLE WORD2 THAT IN NO WAY RE2EMBLE MY ACTUAL NAME.
CG: WHAT CODE YOU PO22IBLY WANT?
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GC: 1 W$s jUSt
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CG: OH BOY HERE WE GO.
CG: GO AHEAD TZ.
CG: TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT IT I2 THAT I2 ON YOUR MO2T LIKELY DECEA2ED MIND.
CG: I CANNOT WAIT 2 HEAR WHAT YOU’VE 2PEND THE LA2T 2 HOUR2 THINKING ABOUT.
CG: ALTHOUGH I GUE22 I’M GOING 2 HAVE 2 WAIT FOR A LONG TIME, 2INCE YOUR RETARDED TYPING QUIRK I2 TAKING YOU EVEN LONGER 2 FORM A COHE2IVE 2ENTENCE THAN U2UAL.
GC: shut up
CG: OKAY.
GC: ! Was WOnd#RinG
GC: YouR #y3S Sm3LL fuNNy
CG: THAT’2 NOT WONDERING ANYTHING, YOU DUMBA22.
CG: THAT’2 JU2T ANOTHER RANDOM THOUGHT THAT 2OMEHOW FOUND IT’2 WAY 2 THE BARREN WA2TELAND THAT I2 YOUR THINK PAN AND COULDN’T E2CAPE ON TIME.
CG: MAYBE YOU WERE WONDERING ‘WHY’ MY EYE2 2MELL FUNNY?
GC: y#S!
GC: th$T is #XacTLy
GC: wH$t 1 W$s wONd3R!ng
CG: IT’2 BECAU2E I AM A TOTAL FREAK AND AN ABOMINATION 2 TROLL CULTURE IN EVERY WAY PO22IBLE.
CG: I GUE22 THAT MEAN2 I’M ALMO2T A2 WEIRD A2 YOU ARE.
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CG: I AM IMPRE22ED.
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CG: WHAT WA2 THAT?
CG: DID YOU JU2T 2PELL THE WORD ‘INTOXICATING’?
CG: BECAU2E THAT JU2T 2EEM2 2O GODDAMN IMPROBABLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE 2 2TART.
CG: YOU’VE BEEN TALKING TO KANAYA ‘THE DICTIONARY’ MARYAM AGAIN, HAVEN’T YOU?
CG: DON’T AN2WER THAT.
CG: YOU DON’T NEED 2 TELL ME.
CG: LOOK, 2HE I2 A VERY NICE GIRL AND I KNOW HER VERY LARGE WORD2 MU2T BE ENTICING TO YOU.
CG: YOU CAN ADD ‘ENTICING’ TO YOUR VOCABULARY NOW, 2.
CG: BUT I KEEP TELLING YOU IT’2 REALLY CREEPY WHEN YOU 2UDDENLY 2TART THROWING WORD2 LIKE THAT AROUND.
CG: IT’2 LIKE YOU CODE ACTUALLY CHALLENGE ME INTELLECTUALLY AND WE BOTH KNOW THAT’2 JU2T GOING 2 BE AN EMBARA22ING DI2PLAY FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED.
CG: BUT MO2TLY YOU.
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CG: I CAN’T 2MELL WORD2.
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GC: soUNds?
CG: YOU ARE NOT GOING 2 WRITE THAT ENTIRE THING AGAIN, REPLACING ONLY THE WORD ‘2MELL2’ WITH THE WORD ‘2OUND2’.
GC: DOnt YOu tH!nk TH3 wORd 1NTox!C4t!Ng
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CG: THAT I2 FUCKING FA2CINATING.
CG: PLEA2E ENLIGHTEN MY CAREFULLY ENGINEERED 2CREEN WITH MORE RANDOM, UTTERLY POINTLE22 FACT2 ABOUT WORD2.
GC: Th4T !s pROb4Bly s$Rc4SM
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CG: AND IF YOU DECIDE 2 UNLEA2H THE CREEPY VOICE ON ME I AM LEAVING.
GC: you will not leave until i am finished
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CG: CAN WE CONTINUE THI2 LATER, PLEA2E?
GC: ok$Y k4RKl3S
GC: GooD LucK W1tH #qu!Us
CG: THANK2.

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CT: 3---E Vantas.
CT: 3---E Vantas.
CT: 3---E Vantas i know y00 are there.
CT: 3---E I order y00 to answer me.
CG: I AM 2ORRY 2IR.
CG: I WA2 TALKING 2 THE SUBJUGGLATOR.
CT: 3---E Oh.
CT: 3---E Well i suppose that is a%eptable.
CT: 3---E I have another request to make of y00.
CT: 3---E This is not a request y00 can refuse.
CG: YE2, 2IR, I HAD GATHERED THAT.
CG: I’M 2TARTING 2 NOTICE A PATTERN IN YOUR REQUE2T2.
CT: 3---E Do not talk back to me vantas.
CT: 3---E Y00 have no right to sp3---Ek to me unless i grant y00 permission.
CG: YE2 2IR.
CG: I APOLOGI2E 2IR.
CT: 3---E Apologies a%epted.
CT: 3---E Do not let it happen again.
CG: IT WON’T 2IR.
CT: 3---E Very g00d.
CT: 3---E I n3---Ed y00 to unblock me on his account again.
CT: 3---E I am certain y00 will be able to make it last longer than in your previous attempt.
CT: 3---E One might think that y00 are not doing your best.
CG: OF COUR2E I AM, 2IR.
CG: BUT I’M 2URE YOU’LL APPRECIATE HOW MY 2KILL2 HAVE IMPROVED.
CG: BUT MAY I A2K A QUE2TION, 2IR?
CT: 3---E Permission granted.
CG: WHY DO YOU 2TILL BOTHER WITH THI2 GUY?
CG: WHY DO YOU KEEP GETTING INVOLVED 2O PER2ONALLY?
CG: WHAT THE FLYING FUCK I2 2TOPPING YOU FROM JU2T 2ENDING HER AFTER HIM AND ENDING THI2 COMPLETELY A22-BACKWARD2 CHARADE RIGHT NOW?
CT: 3---E I will not allow y00 to sp3---Ek like that to your superiors.
CT: 3---E And do not even bother apologising.
CT: 3---E I know you will not m3---En it.
CG: YE2 2IR.
CT: 3---E Those were thr3---E questions.
CT: 3---E Y00 will rec3---Eve an answer to none of them since my relationship with him is entirely private and none of your business whatsoever.
CG: 2IR, HE I2 MAKING A MOCKERY OF YOUR ENTIRE REGIME AND HE I2 THE ONLY REA2ON THERE I2 EVEN A REBELION LEFT.
CG: BUT, 2URE, WHATEVER 2INK2 YOUR PARTICULAR 2HIP, 2IR.
CG: IT’2 NOT MY BU2INE22, I2 IT?
CT: 3---E No it is not.
CT: 3---E Y00 w001d do well to remember that.
CT: 3---E As y00 w001d also do well to remember who is k3---Eping y00 safe.
CT: 3---E If y00 still harbor any intentions to join this rebellion remember what they know of y00.
CT: 3---E I am the only reason y00 are e%empt from the system.
CT: 3---E And for that i also protect y00 from those who hate y00 because of it.
CT: 3---E One w001d think y00 w001d be more grateful.
CG: I AM GRATEFUL, 2IR.
CT: 3---E G00d.
CT: 3---E Now get to it.

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CG: GO FUCK YOUR2ELF YOU ENTITLED, OVERBEARING, 2MUG 2ON OF A FEMALE WOOFBEA2T’2 RECTAL CAVITY.

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[ArcFour]

And here's part 4 of... 6 or 7, it's looking like. I'm not perfectly happy with this story, but I am enjoying writing it, so it's still totally worth it. I'd appreciate some concrit on it, however.

Where Angels Fear to Tread - Part 4

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Prince, the whispers called to you, in familiar, biting tones, in laughing, burning voices that hung from above you and snuck on you from your shoulder, where there was nothing there to speak. Prince of Hope. Prince of Angels.

Prince of the End.

Do you know where we write the names of those we are to end?

On our hearts, dear Son, dear Prince. We write them on our hearts.

And you have a name in yours as well, dearest dreamer, dearest Prince.

And Feferi’s name courses through you, and you know what you have to do.

You are not going to allow this. Not for Feferi.

Never for Feferi.

And so you bring the Crosshair’s to bear, you bring its cold and azure thunder against the whirling, whispering crowd, and as its cerulean lightning arcs across the sky in a storm of ozone and chaos, the angels begin to rage in betrayal and wrath, you know what you have to do.

Your name is somewhere here, you know; there is an angel who is destined to bring you to your end. And the same is true of Kanaya and Karkat, of Vriska and Nepeta, of Sollux and Gamzee and Aradia and Equius and Terezi and Tavros, of all of the trolls that have survived the horrible, terrible beginning of the Game.

Their angels are here, and if you can find them, if you can kill them, maybe you can keep the last of your people (the last of those you might, someday, call friends) alive.

And when you think of Feferi, as winged angels fly and die in the great, deep black above you, you promise yourself that you will prove the whispering angels wrong. You will not be her angel.

And even as they scream their wrath at you, and come at you by the score, the angels above you whisper their laughing scorn. Because they know the truth.

For the angels raised you, they taught you the truth of the world, and they taught you what happens to the weak and the wicked and the hopeful.

But you still fight, still burn and kill and destroy every winged monstrosity that comes at you, still bring down cobalt lightning against ozone breath and lithium-white wings.

Because you are hopeful, even if that is the greatest sin of all.

[psychapprentice]

@psychapprentice: Enough to distract the reader when you shine a light on it.

So a protagonist is designed to be reflective... I see...

[penguinbound]

Something A Little Special
Welcome to the Jungle

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>Be Aradia Megido

You are now ARADIA MEGIDO.

And really? You're kinda lonely. It's not like you complain about it. Your LUSUS is friendly and all and you enjoy her company, but. Sheesh. You talk to your friends all the time, but they don't... they seem kinda distant, a lot of the time. You kinda think they think you're annoying. Well, not all of them. But, still. There's something underlying all of the cheery conversations you have with them, that makes you feel off.

But, maybe that's just you. Living secluded in a cave can do things to your mind.

You tend to come off as PUSHY to your friends, though. So, maybe it is true. It's hard to figure out and gives you migraines. But enough of that!

>Examine hive

It's not a hive, persay! You already mentioned its a cave. No building needed, which you thought kinda cool. It's filled with BONE SCULPTURES that you spend your time on. Your favorite is of TROLL TARZAN, the fictional TROLL of the JUNGLE.

What a hunk.

Too bad he's fictional. You think he is, anyway. You've never seen him.

Anyway, you also dabble in OCCULT ARTS. You have a BONE OUIGI BOARD that your friends think is hokey. But you'll show them! It's not just your hand moving it. They'll see some day probably.

You also spend large amounts of time on your HUSKTOP. And petting your LUSUS. And HUNTING.

You're kind of boring, actually.

>Do something interesting!

You start working on your next masterpiece. It is of you and your eleven other friends being pals and junk. You like your friends. You've never actually all hung out together in one group because Trolls don't really do that but you think it'd be nice. You've just finished carving yourself and the base for it, and now you're working on--

Oh! Someone is trolling you. This is a rare occasion. Usually you're the one to troll the others. You scamper to your computer and reply.

>Answer

OPEN PESTERLOG:

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condescendinglyAmazing [CA] began trolling abandonedCarver [AC]

CA: arAdiA! I know you're there! You AlwAyc Are!
CA: Licten, I need to tAlk to you. I know how hAppy thAt mAkec you, so you better Act grAteful thAt I gAve you the honor!
AC: okay vrlska!
CA: Cee, okAy, why cAn't the otherc be thic AppreciAtive when I tAlk to them.
CA: It'c A myctery.
CA: AnywAy! I need you to plAy A gAme with me.
CA: It'c A cpeciAl gAme!
AC: ooh!! what's lt called?
CA: It'c cAlled Lucii A& Hivec.
CA: It'c like FLaRP, but you don't ActuAlly uce yourcelf to plAy it.
CA: You uce pen A& pAper A& models.
CA: But I need other people to plAy it.
CA: plz??
AC: gee, l dunno, vrlska.
AC: sounds klnda...
AC: stupld.
AC: where's the danger?
CA: Pchhh! WhAtever! Juct don't come whining to me when it becomec populAr And you wAnt someone to plAy with, becAuce I won't wAnnA plAy with you.
AC: ...because lt'll be too malnstream?
CA: Duh!
CA: Whtevr gtg plAy my totes Awesome gAme!!

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>Well

Well!

That was not quite the conversation you had in mind, but, it was something. VRISKA's an alright friend. You like her. She just thinks friendship is MAINSTREAM.

Whatever that is. You think it's a SEA DWELLER thing.

>Contemplate

You stand in the entrance of your HIVE and watch the tips of the trees tremble as a large beast shambles through it. A cold chill sweeps through your cave and you think about how life has been going for you. Things seem a little calm, really, not that life has ever been real exciting. But it needs a change. Maybe something'll come along.

"Always remember that the future comes one night at a time." -Troll Tarzan.

You're pretty sure he said that. And, even if he didn't, who cares? No one.

Because there's no one else around.

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Sorry about the long wait, I hope you enjoy!

[eruditeColossus]

Something A Little Special
Welcome to the Jungle

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>Be Aradia Megido

You are now ARADIA MEGIDO.

And really? You're kinda lonely. It's not like you complain about it. Your LUSUS is friendly and all and you enjoy her company, but. Sheesh. You talk to your friends all the time, but they don't... they seem kinda distant, a lot of the time. You kinda think they think you're annoying. Well, not all of them. But, still. There's something underlying all of the cheery conversations you have with them, that makes you feel off.

But, maybe that's just you. Living secluded in a cave can do things to your mind.

You tend to come off as PUSHY to your friends, though. So, maybe it is true. It's hard to figure out and gives you migraines. But enough of that!

>Examine hive

It's not a hive, persay! You already mentioned its a cave. No building needed, which you thought kinda cool. It's filled with BONE SCULPTURES that you spend your time on. Your favorite is of TROLL TARZAN, the fictional TROLL of the JUNGLE.

What a hunk.

Too bad he's fictional. You think he is, anyway. You've never seen him.

Anyway, you also dabble in OCCULT ARTS. You have a BONE OUIGI BOARD that your friends think is hokey. But you'll show them! It's not just your hand moving it. They'll see some day probably.

You also spend large amounts of time on your HUSKTOP. And petting your LUSUS. And HUNTING.

You're kind of boring, actually.

>Do something interesting!

You start working on your next masterpiece. It is of you and your eleven other friends being pals and junk. You like your friends. You've never actually all hung out together in one group because Trolls don't really do that but you think it'd be nice. You've just finished carving yourself and the base for it, and now you're working on--

Oh! Someone is trolling you. This is a rare occasion. Usually you're the one to troll the others. You scamper to your computer and reply.

>Answer

OPEN PESTERLOG:

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condescendinglyAmazing [CA] began trolling abandonedCarver [AC]

CA: arAdiA! I know you're there! You AlwAyc Are!
CA: Licten, I need to tAlk to you. I know how hAppy thAt mAkec you, so you better Act grAteful thAt I gAve you the honor!
AC: okay vrlska!
CA: Cee, okAy, why cAn't the otherc be thic AppreciAtive when I tAlk to them.
CA: It'c A myctery.
CA: AnywAy! I need you to plAy A gAme with me.
CA: It'c A cpeciAl gAme!
AC: ooh!! what's lt called?
CA: It'c cAlled Lucii A& Hivec.
CA: It'c like FLaRP, but you don't ActuAlly uce yourcelf to plAy it.
CA: You uce pen A& pAper A& models.
CA: But I need other people to plAy it.
CA: plz??
AC: gee, l dunno, vrlska.
AC: sounds klnda...
AC: stupld.
AC: where's the danger?
CA: Pchhh! WhAtever! Juct don't come whining to me when it becomec populAr And you wAnt someone to plAy with, becAuce I won't wAnnA plAy with you.
AC: ...because lt'll be too malnstream?
CA: Duh!
CA: Whtevr gtg plAy my totes Awesome gAme!!

condescedinglyAwesome [CA] ceased trolling abandonedCarver [AC]

>Well

Well!

That was not quite the conversation you had in mind, but, it was something. VRISKA's an alright friend. You like her. She just thinks friendship is MAINSTREAM.

Whatever that is. You think it's a SEA DWELLER thing.

>Contemplate

You stand in the entrance of your HIVE and watch the tips of the trees tremble as a large beast shambles through it. A cold chill sweeps through your cave and you think about how life has been going for you. Things seem a little calm, really, not that life has ever been real exciting. But it needs a change. Maybe something'll come along.

"Always remember that the future comes one night at a time." -Troll Tarzan.

You're pretty sure he said that. And, even if he didn't, who cares? No one.

Because there's no one else around.

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Sorry about the long wait, I hope you enjoy!

Taking shots at Eridan is always funny.

[Grand Mal]

Trollian Gainax: What happens when you combine one of the most well known anime studios with this one webcomic.

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CG: HI AGAIN, IDIOT.
CG: I REALLY HAD HOPED YOU WOULDN’T TRY TO EVADE ME TODAY.
CG: WE’VE WORKED THROUGH THIS PAST CONFLICT I THOUGHT.
CG: BUT NO, YOU JUST CAN’T LET GO OF PETTY CONCERNS.
CG: IT TROUBLES ME, SHINZI.
TC: HhHhHi, Asukat.
CG: THE NERVE.
CG: THE DAMN NERVE.
TC: IiIiI WwWasn’t being fresh, or anything.
TC: I just
CG: YOU JUST WHAT.
TC: I JjJjJust wish that there were better ways to convey emotion honestly online.
TC: I wWwas just trying to be nice.
TC: Maybe we could video chat, or
CG: HOW INSENSITIVE CAN YOU GET.
CG: YOU KNOW, OH YOU KNOW I CAN’T AFFORD THAT LUXURY IN HIDING.
CG: I’M IN A CAVE HERE, IN CONSTANT FEAR OF HIGHBLOOD ATTACK. YOU MIGHT AS WELL TELL ME TO RELAX WITH A PERRIER AND A PEDICURE.
TC: I
TC: I’m
TC: SsSsorry.
CG: WHAT ARE YOU DOING. YOU DIDN’T HAVE A SNAKE LUSUS LAST TIME I CHECKED.
TC: I cCcan’t help
TC: SsStuttering.
CG: WELL F-F-F-IND A N-N-EW TYPING QUIRK, LAMEASS.
CG: IDIOTS, IDIOTS, IDIOTS, THAT’S ALL YOU HIGHBLOODS ARE.
CG: WE DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE UNDER SUCH SHIT.
CG: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT TOOK ONE MUTANT AFTER THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF OPPRESSION TO MAKE DECENT TROLLS SEE THAT.
TC: WwWwWell, there was Shimon’s ancestor.
TC: HhHe
CG: WAS NOTHING. A FOOTNOTE OF HISTORY, A FAILURE. I- SORRY, WE, ARE THE WAVE OF THE FUTURE.
TC: Okay
TC: BbBbut
CG: NO BUTS. WE'RE GETTING DOWN TO WHY I TROLLED YOU.
CG: NAOTAA’S GOT A NEW GAME OUT.
TC: IiIis it any good?
CG: OF COURSE IT’S GOOD, IDIOT SHINZI, JUST BECAUSE HE’S NOT PAYED DOESN’T MEAN HE ISN'T A PROFESSIONAL.
CG: GOD.
TC: IiIsn’t that to definition of amateur?
CG: SHUT IT.
CG: WE’RE TAKING A BREAK FROM REVOLUTIONARY ACTIVITIES TO KICK BACK.
CG: EXPECT THE FILE SOON.
TC: SsSsSsSsure, AaAaAaAaAasukKkKkKat.

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[Graven_Image]

Oooooh.

"Shimon"? I am intrigued.

[Archaeopteryx]

Hey guys, just gonna leave this AU here. Very poorly defined, but I think it's something vaguely resembling colonialstuck.

Everybody loves PM being a borderline-suicidally-dedicated workaholic, right?

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The snow fell quick and heavy, blanketing the ground in a thick layer that now rose halfway up the Parcel Mistress’ calves. The cold air burned her lungs, and she hunched her shoulders against the breeze that pried at her carapace with icy fingers. She had worked in harsher weather, on darker nights than this. Her own discomfort was meaningless.

Any sane person would be home and warm this night, but the Parcel Mistress had a duty. Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night. It was a promise, and she made it a habit to keep promises. Swift completion of their appointed rounds.

The soft hiss of ice crystals was everywhere, a white noise that dampened all sound but the rhythmic puff of her breath. She squinted against the flakes that built up on her eyelids, vision limited to a few feet ahead and a few feet back. Her heartbeat pounded loud in her ears, a harsh tattoo against the soothing sound of snow. The world was a monochromatic canvas, pure white in the light of her lantern, darker than coal everywhere else, a blackness that swallowed the light. Everything dissolved; no gravity, no friction, no life, only forward motion, soft shifting blankness, and the whisper of wind in the pines that lined the road.

Breathe, one, two; step, three, four; pulse, five, six, seven, eight. Breathe, one, two; step, three, four; pulse, five, six, seven, eight. Breathe, one, two; step, three, four; pulse, five, six, seven, eight, and--

Her trance evaporated when a sudden gust knocked her off balance. She stumbled sideways, barely managed to recover, swallowing sudden panic as her body reasserted herself with soreness and shivering. If she fell here, she wouldn’t be able to stand again. This far from the main roads, with the snow as deep as it was and showing no sign of stopping, she might not be found for days.

Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night...

The Parcel Mistress steadied herself, resuming her slow slog down the snowy road. Her bag was nearly empty. One more house, and then she could make her way home. Shall stay this messenger...

She ignored the way her knees trembled with every step, and the prickling numbness in her feet, and the sharp stab of pain that accompanied every frozen breath. The lantern light flickered hellishly as her hand shook; she grit her teeth, One more house, and then she could rest, if she could make it back through the ice and the dark and the deafening silence.

A tiny light flickered ahead. A gate lamp. The last farm. Her focus wavered in and out, and she struggled to breathe; her steps faltered, and again she nearly fell, catching

snow nor rain nor gloom of night

Her mind was full of static as she fumbled with her bag, numb fingers struggling with the simple catch.

sn w nor ra n nor glo m of ni t

The letter was in her hand and

sn no r i or g o f n ght

the mailbox was in front of her and

s o n r ai n lo m o ig t

she was so cold

s w r ra o l m f n t

Her hand was shaking badly, and she nearly missed the mailbox, though the letter dropped in neatly.

She stood, wobbling on her feet, trying to move her feet, but her strength had evaporated into exhaustion and frozen delirium, and when she shifted her weight to begin the trek home her knees buckled and she collapsed in the snow.

Weakly, she pulled herself to her knees, but the deep snow tripped her, weighing down her ankles and her feet and she fell, and this time she could not find the strength to stand.

If anyone thinks a followup is a good idea I have one in my head.

[Megafire]

So those pesterlogs from a few posts ago?

Yeah, it's a full-blown bloodswap now.

Presenting Freedombound.

I would put it up here, too, but I'm honestly slightly frustrated at just having coded that in AO3. You can probably see that it isn't perfect, but I might fix that at a later date as in not right now.

This is the first time I've actually done something close to canon (my 'I Know Who You Are' oneshot not counted), so I'd appreciate some feedback in how I'm going about it.

[joaniedark]

So this is where we post fics, huh?
Wellll, I suppose I can contribute something or other!

A while back I found this prompt...

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You guys sure like Equius and Gamzee together, don’t you? : D I actually don’t count it as a CRACK ship though…more like canon! I mean think about it! But I suppose a moiraillegiance with anyone but Nepeta would be crack indeed with Eq…..

Which brings me to!

This idea!

I’d really, really like some kind of a….thing….with something like Nepeta died during the game for some reason, and Equius is in shambles, so they assign Gamzee to look after him and keep him together…somewhat. But later Gamzee goes more or less crazy as usual and then everything is horrible and sad! Karkat shooshpapping everyone for a semi-happy ending for bonus points. Kind of crazy obedient doggy Equius and slowly going crazy Gamzee as his master……..yes….and I will go now. v_v

and I kinda REALLY liked the idea.

So I wrote this story, I Want To Be Your Dog
(Warning: Major character death, Gamzee sobriety, split from canon, etc etc)

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"Damn, my motherfuckin' head hurts."

Equius had stopped protesting the highblood's language. It seemed it didn't have too much point anymore; if the highblood wished to do speak in that unrefined manner, he would speak it. It wasn't his place to chastise him in the least, certainly not since he was put in the highblood's care.

The accident that had killed Nepeta had left Equius a shattered, broken shell of a troll. If the dead were 0k with things, Equius was simply disappointed. Nothing seemed to have any purpose when she was gone.

Seeing the troll in such a delapidated state was what led to the vote. Someone had to take care of the guy, or something drastic was sure to happen. There were no doubts about that. The last thing they needed was another dead teammate on their hands.

In the end, the group decided to put him into Gamzee's care. It seemed to be working well, if the last few weeks were anything to show for it--the clown's relaxed, magical take on life allowed him to accept his new position easier than some of the more on-edge trolls would have, and Equius seemed as pleased as someone in his depressive state could be to be placed under the highblood.

Given to the highblood.

His belonging.

Yes, that was it. It was the possession that allowed him to go on. He had been conflicted before in life over his place in the world, but between watching over Nepeta and lending his skills in the mechanical sciences to his companions, he had seemed to have some purpose. In this floating computer lab however, with no kitten to care for or devices to construct, he had lost most reason to go on. Until the highblood.

Being his property was a new thrill that could almost make him smile again on occassion. The troll was sadly uncouth, with his crass words and dellusions and drugged behaviour, but he was the highblood, and he was his master.

Though the drugged behaviour seemed to be a little bit of a problem, in a completely different manner than he would have expected.

The sopor slime that they had stashed away was slowly diminishing. It was what led the trolls to sleeping in their primative piles and battling daymares every time they tried to sleep, but it affected Gamzee more negatively than the others. He had been feeding on the slime, after all, and as the amounts started to dwindle, so did his consumption.

It was at that point that the splitting headaches had started.

Equius gently laid a small towel, soaked in cold water, over Gamzee's brow and knelt beside the reclining highblood. Gamzee smiled and gave a little sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Eq-bro," he said, clapping the bulkier troll on the shoulder. A slight blue flush came over him, and a bead of sweat dripped from his temple.

"Highblood, I must implore you to not touch someone of lower status such as myself," he said, his voice low. Gamzee laughed.

"Why not? Can't a motherfucker thank someone for laying on some miracles to soothe my aching think pan?" Gamzee asked, and Equius' brow furrowed.

"It is still inappropriate for you to deign to lay a hand upon one of a lower caste than yourself, highblood," Equius said, words going into a whisper and sweat increasing as the highblood's hand stroked his cheek gently, trailing down to rest on his throat. The two sat there in silence, Equius a turmoil of conflicting emotions as he watched the contemplative expression on Gamzee's face change subtly. Finally, Gamzee made a little grunt and dropped his hand, wiping it off on his pantleg.

"I really need to get my motherfuckin hands on some more slime," he said eventually, and Equius remained respectfully silent. The highblood would clarify if he wished, and it was no longer his place to chastise him on his partaking in questionable substances. Sure enough, Gamzee continued. "There's like this...these little motherfucking whispers fillin' my head. They keep sayin' this shit I can't really hear, creepy shit, telling me what to motherfuckin' do." He looked at Equius expectantly.

"My appologies, Highblood. I am afraid I do not know how one would dismiss invasive vocal hallucinations."

"I keep thinking. Maybe they aren't actually motherfuckin' hallucinations. Maybe the high one that laughs. Fuckin' creepy shit right there, but at least he's a cheery motherfucker. The angry, screaming one sounds just the fuck like me." Gamzee scratched his chin, smudging the facepaint absently. "Maybe the fucker is me for all I know."

Equius had a feeling somewhere in his mind that he should be mildly disturbed about these revelations. He dismissed it instantly; there was no reason for anything to disturb him nowadays.

"If I may be permitted to ask," Equius started, internally pleased by the necessity of request, "what can you understand of the voices' speech?"

"Not much, brother," Gamzee said, his frown clashing with the devilish smile painted onto his face, "whispers of the Mirthful Messiah, of shit that's going to happen, people fuckin' dying..." He shrugged a bit. "Maybe I am just hearing shit. Fuckin' any day any of us motherfuckers could die..." He stopped suddenly, looking at Equius. "Oh fuck man, I'm sorry, openin' that motherfuckin' container of grubs back up and shit."

Equius shakes his head slightly. "You have commited no sleight against me, Highblood," he said. He had learned to grow cold to mentions of death. It was an inevitability, after all. It was really just a matter of time, he supposed, until they all found themselves dead. At least in the meantime he was here at the highblood's side.

It gave life the tiniest bit of worth.

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Gamzee's condition grew worse as time went on. He grew prone to outbursts of rage as the voices began to grow louder and his head continued to split with pain.

Of course, Equius was there to absorb the majority of the bard's wrath. It was his duty.

His privledge.

His pleasure.

Honestly, he found himself occasionally wondering if he deserved to be treated so harshly by the highblood. He did not wish that the clown-faced youth would stop; quite the opposite. All he found himself wanting nowadays was to be ordered around more harshly, striken with more force, simply put in his place.

There was nothing but pleasing the highblood. Being hurt by the highblood. It was marvelous. He couldn't call it anything else. Whenever he heard Gamzee's voice bark out a command nowadays--his voice had taken to shifting into the more stern, cold tone of a noble Equius had been pleased to note--he was more than happy to come running to his side in order to indulge in whatever use or abuse he was to recieve.

More than happy.

Hmm. Happy. That was new.

It so happened that one day he heard his name growled, the voice taking the lower and calmer of the two tones Gamzee had recently drifted into, and he was quickly at the highblood's side. The highblood's face was...different, to say the least. Offputting and dangerous, but it merely entranced Equius more to see the fatigued reddish eyes glowing beneath the smeared white paint.

"There's no motherfuckin' slime left," Gamzee said calmly, and Equius nodded.

"Should I seek out more, sir?" he asked, wincing slightly as Gamzee's forehead creased in annoyance. He had displeased the highblood; this was no good.

"No fucking way. That shit really does make your think pan rot away," he said, voice still calm. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and a huge grin ripped across his face.

"Everything's so motherfuckin' clear now!" he roared, throwing his head back with a laugh. Suddenly, his eyes shot back to Equius, dull once more. "Everything makes sense." Bright and manic. "What I was motherfuckin' meant to do!"

Equius bit at his lip slightly, unsure how to take the highblood's reaction. "What do you mean?"

"Simple. I'm supposed to take my rightful place."

"I'm the mirthful motherfucking messiah!"

"And so am I."

"And I have to motherfuckin' kill all the lowblooded motherfuckers!"

Equius shuddered as the wicked eyes of the highblood surveyed him, as a grey tongue flicked out of the sharp-tooth smile and licked paint-smeared lips. Finally. It had been long enough.

"So you've finally embraced your place as...the highblood?" Equius asked slowly, sweat slowly starting to streak down his brow. He swore he saw the highblood's grin grow when he trembled at the mention of his bloodrank.

"That's right, motherfucker." The tall, gangly troll took a step forward and grabbed Equius' throat as he purred the words. "And do you know what that means?"

"Highblood..."

"Do you know what that motherfucking means?!"

"You..." Equius gulped, trying to keep the corners of his lips from twitching upwards. "you are going to take my insignificant life?"

Gamzee cackled at that, giving the blue blood's throat a tight squeeze before shoving him aside.

"Kneel, brother." Confused but ever loyal, Equius dropped instantly to his knees.

"Sir?" he asked inquisitively.

"You're so fuckin' useful, you everlovin' bastard, you. Such a motherfuckin' miracle!" Gamzee laughed again, and then smiled the most disturbingly innocent of smiles. "I wouldn't kill you, bro. You're going to fuckin' help me rip them apart."

Equius gaped, then nodded. The highblood's will be done.

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Nine little heads in a neat little row.

Nine streaks of blood form a lovely rainbow.

Nine faces stare, full of sadness and pain

Nine friends are dead, and thus they shall remain

Equius' eyes shut slowly as the highblood lazily stroked his hair. They had made the lovliest of little piles from the corpses where Gamzee now reclined, his pet's head resting in his lap as he lay on the floor. The two were spattered with a beautiful spectrum of colour, the scent of blood filling the room.

Everything was right, the way it should be.

The feud of the sea- and landdwellers had been ended justly.

The lowbloods who would not bow to the authority of those above them had been culled.

The world was quiet and peaceful and beautiful, a perfect little rock floating dreamily through space.

They had never been happier.

[Megafire]

@ joaniedark: That was really, really disturbing.

Well done.

[Raikonos]

The end gave me chills.